We found her in the younger brother's bedroom with some cracked out skinny looking junky dude. I think she had her top off. I don’t remember. I was just a kid. I'm still not really an adult. A big enough group, of ugly enough, looking dudes surrounded him and he said he just wanted to leave without any trouble. His sister had left, the pretty one. She would probably be dealt with later. By dealt with I mean rooted. By someone else. Or maybe not, this is simply speculation.
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The International Syndicate of Cult Film Critics aim to celebrate shoddy B-movies and straight-to-video films. We will cover these flicks fondly, with tongues firmly kept in our cheeks. The one thing we ask of those who contribute to the Club is that you must watch the film in its entirety, even if this means having to strap yourself down onto a chair and getting your eyelids locked out like Alex DeLarge from ‘A Clockwork Orange’. It is imperative that you absorb the visual treats.
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